Dripping Wet 2

TJ Hawke sprawls at the pool's edge like a muscled water sprite, all lazy grace and sun-kissed ease. Bobby Clark glides through the water, a sleek predator homing in on his exotic prey. He breaks the surface and claims TJ with deep, soul-stirring kisses that leave them both breathless. Their clinging wet briefs slip down in a hurry, baring two glorious cocks, thick and ready. Bobby plunges down, mouth enveloping TJ's shaft, tongue swirling over every inch of that savory length. TJ wastes no time flipping the script; he takes Bobby deep, drawing moans that echo like thunder. Turk Mason slips in silent as shadow, eyes burning with the same raw hunger. He drops to his knees, mouth darting between them—left to right, devouring both cocks with greedy precision. TJ rises, steady on his feet, as Bobby laps hungrily at his dick from below. Turk kneels behind, tongue delving into TJ's tight hole, rimming with fierce devotion. They trade licks and thrusts in a heated rhythm, until TJ and Bobby turn on Turk. They pin him, filling his mouth and ass in tandem, pounding with urgent need. Tension coils tight. They pull back, hands flying over their shafts, until release crashes over them—all three erupting in hot, shuddering waves of cum.